Young Master Chu's sweetheart wife

Qin Muyang had known Chu Muhan for many years, and he could tell how angry and anxious he was just from his words. He didn't dare to neglect for a moment, searched the taxi, and soon got the result and called Chu Muhan.

"Mu Han found out. It's very strange. This car is very high-profile. The abductee has never changed the car or deliberately avoided the surveillance. Now the car is at the dock. Half an hour later, there is a car from country Y." The luxury liner will leave."

Hearing this, Chu Muhan immediately drove to the pier.

On the main road full of traffic, he kept overtaking other cars, soaring at a speed of 200 yards all the way. The speed light kept flashing, flashing into his dark eyes, and he moved forward regardless.

Behind the car, there was the sound of a horn, and they followed closely.

When he arrived at the pier, the cruise ship had already left. Chu Muhan kicked the car as if venting his anger. The car body was obviously dented. He cursed angrily: "Damn it, it's still a step too late!"

"Sir, you seriously violated the traffic regulations. Please come back with us." The traffic police came afterward to take Chu Muhan away. At this moment, a police car drove over and stopped in front of him.

A man in police uniform with a toothpick in his mouth got out of the car, "Comrade traffic police, everything is a misunderstanding..." He pulled the traffic police and said for a while.

The traffic policeman glanced at Chu Muhan and left resentfully.

Qin Muyang glanced at Chu Muhan, whose face was as dark as ink, then looked at the cruise ship sailing away, and called the maritime department. The conversation did not go well, and he hung up the phone with an ugly face.

"We don't have sufficient evidence, and the maritime department can't rush to intercept the cruise ship. Moreover, the cruise ship is full of foreign high-ranking people, which will affect the reputation of Hua at the lightest level, and may rise to conflicts between the two countries at the worst."

Chu Muhan had expected it earlier, but never thought about using the proper way.

He made a phone call, looked at the cruise ship in the distance with fierce eyes, and ordered in a deep voice: "Get a helicopter ready!"

……

Song Qianxi woke up with a splitting headache, her eyes were dark.

She recalled the situation in the taxi before she passed out, and moved her hands and feet uneasily, but fortunately she was not tied up with a rope.

But the limbs are weak and weak, it should be that the drug has not completely lost its effect.

After the eyes have fully adapted to the darkness, it can be vaguely seen that this is a narrow room.

There were no windows and it was very damp.

She fumbled around the wall, came across a switch, and the room lit up with a 'snap'.

There is a small bed one meter wide in the boxy room. Above the bed is a wardrobe. Because the space is too small, it feels oppressive. Song Qianxi feels extremely uncomfortable and even shakes...

She had a bold guess, "Isn't it on a cruise ship?"

Thinking of this possibility, she was not calm at all.

Although she doesn't know much about the law, she also knows that once she enters the high seas, the country will have nothing to do with it.

Song Qianxi got up to open the door. The door was locked from the outside. She stuck to the door, but there was no sound from outside the door. I don't know if there was no one guarding it, or she kept quiet on purpose. She slapped the door.

"Is anyone there? Open the door! Open the door—!"

She knew that this behavior was dangerous, but it was not an option to stay stuck here.

"Open the door! What kind of a hero is hiding! Come out if you have the ability!"

She kicked the door angrily.

There was a sound of unlocking the door. Song Qianxi looked around, picked up the ashtray on the table and hid it behind her. When the door opened, she raised her hand and slammed the ashtray on the other person's head.